The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as a man stands alone, a bottle clutched in his hand. He's been craving this, the feel of something hard and cold filling him, stretching him. He lubes up the bottle, his fingers tracing the curve of the glass, feeling the coolness that will soon be inside him. He turns, bracing himself against the wall, and guides the bottle to his entrance. The initial resistance gives way, and he pushes, feeling the glass slide in, inch by inch, until he's filled. He starts to move, fucking himself on the bottle, his cock aching with desire. He reaches down, stroking himself in time with his thrusts, until he can't take it anymore. He comes undone, his ass clenching around the bottle, his cock pulsing in his hand.